January 6, 2012
I'm With You by Avril Lavigne, 3:43 (Sherlock)
For as long as he could remember, Sherlock always preferred his own company over that of others. He was perfectly content in solitude and echoing silences and his remarks never receiving replies. He didn't need anyone and he was extremely proud of the fact.
But that was before Mike introduced him to the short, recalcitrant army doctor with the psychosomatic limp and alcoholic sister. And before Sherlock could stomp his feet and angrily protest that he's just fine alone, he asked this perfectly average, boring doctor to come to a crime scene with him. Now, even if it's just in his head, John always answers.
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According to You by Orianthi, 3:19 (Molly)
It used to torment Molly when she was lying in bed, wondering what she had said or done wrong to make Sherlock completely ignore her existence. That was what the lipstick and coffee and new part in her hair were for. She had always been told she was transparent, so why did Sherlock have to think she was offering to make him coffee instead of going on a date?
Now Jim holds her hand and nuzzles her neck and tells her she smells nice, even though she knows she smells like formaldehyde and rubbing alcohol. So there. Take that, Sherlock.
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White Horse by Taylor Swift, 3:55 (Molly)
Stupid girl, Molly thought as the tears welled in her eyes. Stupid, stupid girl.
She had tried. She had tried so hard this time, with the padded bra and black dress, the glittering heels and magazine-advised make-up. Red lipstick is sexy, they assured her. He won't be able to resist.
But he did. And he humiliated her before smashing her heart.
For what it was worth, Sherlock did look sorry after he opened her card. He looked down, apologized, and asked for her forgiveness. Then he did something completely unexpected.
Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek. "Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper."
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